Posted on 01/27/2017 11:07:58 AM PST by Peter ODonnell
TRUMP !!
Came he forth from gilded tower, Sought America's highest power, Shuffled in behind a mob, All had coveted that job;
Slayed he one and slayed he many, In for pound or in for penny, Blew away the son of Bush, Mind you he was on his tush.
Some he drove out with his arm, others with his fatal charm; One proved harder than the rest, Took his stand in golden west,
Came that time of wife comparing, Even fables had their sharing, Rival bold was blown away, not before he spoiled one day.
Master-stroke was choice of mate, came the faithful to him late; Now he fixed his gaze on Hil'ry As all, liked not what he did see.
Endured slings and arrows deadly, Seemed his thoughts in past went bedly, Yet it gave him certain power, and he made the Clintons glower.
Got a blowback from the smiled-on, and the worst lady piled on, Slow Joe could not keep from adding to the ever-growing padding
of the vote in certain places, not discovered by the aces who directed Hil'ry's speeches, mind you most of those were screeches,
Piled she up a great coast tally, why win small when large was surely in her grasp if recent voters had a go despite no papers
When the time came round for counting, Donald's total quickly mounting, Sure the donkeys won their stables, But found out their polls were fables.
Media were shocked and fear-filled, Not a few were quickly beer-filled, Totals were not as predicted, Vast humiliation inflicted.
Meanwhile human Egg McMuffin got himself a royal stuffin, could not win even his own state, where the scenery is so great.
Gary had his hour of fame, four percent was no great shame, Mrs Jill went up the hill, tumbled down but what a thrill.
Waited Trump a month or two, letting various rivals stew, had some plans that could not wait very long to incubate.
Now there's adult supervision, in the place of great division, Ryan keeps his smile alight, no one knows his plans by night.
Mexico behind a wall, will need people very tall to see what is going on in Las Cruces and Tuscon.
Putin cannot stop his chuckling, Left wing critics, logic buckling, who knows if he played a role, or he just enjoyed a stroll.
Now the saga just beginning, of the never ending winning, can there be the other foot drop? can the celebration yet stop?
Sure, keep Trump inside forever, Some remaining foes are clever, plus they have a lot of money, could get up to business funny.
If you wonder what you smelt, that was million snowflake melt, or the residue of women who against the tide were swimmin.
Or more likely still, the urinalists covering like a cloud the White House, now they're back to objectivity, with their princeling in obscurity.
Given advice to shut their traps, that just multiplied the flaps, cries of anguish, rage and spluttering, Hope this Changes they are muttering.
Wow. Epic.
That was EXCELLENT!!
Perfect Iambic Pentameter, all the way through.
Elizabethan in scope of detailed story telling.
I could almost hear the thump of a drum and lute with a flute.
Clearly...somebody has too much time on his hands.
How about a haiku?
Trump winning again,
left stream media heads explode
in powerless rage
Ping to a mention of you, oh deadly one! :P
I did post the verses with returns but for whatever reason the posting removed those, makes it a bit of a challenge to find the ends of lines.
If he had but one regret,
It was having Romney met,
When the bill for meal presented,
Thousand bucks was soon resented.
I'm only deadly after I eat a burrito.
Breathtaking! Can I use some of you lines?
Sure.
Use em or lose em.
Bannon was surely the man on his game,
Preibus has gone from fortune to fame,
While every Trump has a pretty young face,
Blitzer will soon be a major head case.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.